I have held a universal and, it seems probably a pantheistic view of our life on earth for many years now. It is this: that there are probably other intelligent civilisations out there in the cosmos, but, in spite of our continued quest to find some and because of the humungous scale and mind boggling span of time that is represented in the life of the universe, we will never discover one. We may not even exist simultaneously. I would add a small warning to those, who like my mother-in-law, God rest her soul, used to be, are mind-bogglephobics, or who simply cannot cope with the scale of it all, that this may be a challenging concept to grasp. Nonetheless, it does require a calculator with a large scale, should you wish to do some proportions!
The following is a track from his album, "Letters from a Flying Machine" by a very fine musician, singer and songwriter from the USA, Peter Mulvey, whom we saw and met on the weekend at the Barnsley Acoustic Roots Festival. Having listened closely to the words of his songs and one or two of his 'between song' talks, I asked him in our brief chat, did he by any chance write poetry? He replied that he didn't; he preferred to leave that to the poets, but that a few of his friends were poets and that he read a great deal of poetry ... to exemplify this, the inside cover of the album we bought from him, "Silver Ladder" reveals a brief quote from the 17th Century poet, Mizuta Masahide: "Barn's burnt down - now I can see the moon".
... anyway, back to the theme of this post.
The only thing I can do is ask you to listen to this story Peter Mulvey tells of a conversation that he had, over some beer, with "Vlad the Astrophysicist":
Sums it up very neatly for me.
You might also want to listen to some of this fellow's music; there is poetry in a lot of it.
This moment of time in which we spend our threepence worth of eternity is really only pocket money in the vast bank of the universe and the thought that simultaneously other moments in time may be being counted in parallel existences only one breath behind or in front of us is truly 'boggling'
ReplyDeleteYou are right there, John, it is boggling, but fascinating and, quite frankly fills me with hope that there is life after as well as before death, but not in the classical way envisaged by religious leaders (and suicide bombers dreaming of paradise). Or perhaps this is what they were all referring to! Who knows.
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